Chapter 20: Hmph, She Has a Temper Too
“You little girl—so young and instead of studying properly, you’re learning those shaman tricks to fool people! Three souls and seven spirits—those are just lies from TV shows and novels!” Auntie Zhou’s daughter-in-law scolded angrily.
Su Keke ignored her and looked straight at Auntie Zhou. “Please think it through. If you want me to save your grandson, I’ll step in and you’ll pay the appropriate fee. If you don’t want my help, I won’t interfere. People in our line of work don’t like to meddle unnecessarily.”
Hmph. She had a temper too, you know.
“Save him! Little Master Su, you must save my grandson! In this house, I make the decisions!”
“Mom! You’re going to kill Shuai-shuai!” Auntie Zhou’s daughter-in-law was so angry she was on the verge of tears.
“Juan’er, just listen to me this once.”
Auntie Zhou’s daughter-in-law—Chen Yujuan—swept her gaze toward Su Keke. She was about to scold her again, but her eyes accidentally slid past the girl and landed on Qin Mochen.
The moment she noticed the man, she froze.
Earlier, all her attention had been on the child and the little shaman, and she hadn’t paid any attention to this so-called “tagalong.”
He seemed to have deliberately toned down his presence.
But once her gaze landed on him, she realized he was impossible to ignore.
After entering the house, Qin Mochen had removed his sunglasses, revealing a strikingly handsome face.
His features were deep-set and exceptionally good-looking, every detail from head to toe refined. His temperament was steady, carrying a natural aristocratic elegance that made him look utterly out of place in this shabby little house.
“Give her some time. If she can’t cure him, I’ll help you book the best specialist at the Capital’s First Hospital,” Qin Mochen said suddenly, meeting Chen Yujuan’s gaze.
Chen Yujuan was stunned.
Even if she took her son to the capital today, she might not even get a slot at a second-tier hospital, let alone the most famous First Hospital.
If it were anyone else, she might have thought they were boasting, but for some reason, she believed this man’s words.
“Fine. I’ll let you try. But don’t you dare make my son drink talisman water or eat any weird things in front of me!”
Su Keke frowned, her little face turning serious as she corrected her. “Only people possessed by evil spirits might need talisman water to drive them away. This child has merely lost his soul—he isn’t possessed.”
Hearing that there really was such a thing as drinking talisman water, Chen Yujuan’s expression darkened.
“Auntie Zhou, I need a black silk umbrella—big enough to shelter two people,” Su Keke said to Auntie Zhou.
“A black silk umbrella? Little Master, wait a few minutes. I remember Old Wang next door has one—I’ll go borrow it right away!” Auntie Zhou hurried out the door.
“Uncle, I’ll go get my big bundle. I need to draw a soul-summoning talisman on the spot,” the little girl said to her uncle, then turned to run.
Qin Mochen placed his large hand on her shoulder, pinning the little girl firmly in place.
“I’ll call Assistant Wu to bring it over.”
His unhurried voice carried a cool, resonant quality. It echoed once around the small room before fading, sounding unexpectedly pleasant to the ear.
“Huh? Wouldn’t that be too much trouble for him?”
“That’s his job. He won’t find it troublesome.”
Assistant Wu, a professional errand-runner for a hundred years, received the call and soon delivered the items, handling everything with great care.
Su Keke immediately opened her bundle, taking out a stack of yellow talisman paper, then pulling out a wad of tissue wrapped around something.
It looked rather… shabby.
Her soft little hands deftly unfolded the wrinkled tissue, revealing a set of writing brushes.
The brushes ranged from thick to thin; some looked very old, as though they’d been stored for many years.
Su Keke casually picked one up, dipped it in cinnabar, and began drawing on the yellow paper.
Complex talismanic patterns flowed from her brush in one smooth motion.
At the instant she lifted her brush, Qin Mochen felt something subtle and indescribable—as though the yellow paper covered in symbols was no longer just ordinary paper, as if some kind of power had attached itself to it.
Noticing his gaze, Su Keke lifted her little face and grinned at him. “If Uncle’s interested in drawing talismans, I can teach you later~”
